The Shinobi World, during the Warring States period.
In this era, the world of ninja held no clamor or ostentation, only life, death, and missions.
They walked the narrow divide between light and shadow, shunning attention.
Concealing themselves completely, they exercised restraint in every step and movement. Whether advancing, retreating, rising, or falling, they had to remain entirely hidden. This was an instinct etched into their very bones and blood.
Settling victory and defeat, life and death, in a single instant was the first lesson every ninja had to learn, because once a strike failed, surviving became difficult.
Space twisted, and a red gleam flickered faintly through the distorted rift.
The next moment, two figures appeared at once.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft! Tobirama Senju, where the hell have you brought us?"
Uchiha Izuna, who had gotten a mouthful of sand the moment he appeared, could not help feeling irritated.
At least pick a decent spot for me!
"I don't know either. The Red Moon Orb brought us here. Presumably, this location... is where fates intertwine. In other words, something that changes the Shinobi World's future will happen here."
Glancing at Uchiha Izuna as he spat out sand, Tobirama Senju shook his head helplessly, then surveyed their surroundings. A red gleam flickered faintly over his heart.
At the same time, with their arrival, a will that could neither be seen, touched, nor sensed by any means appeared in the sky.
It quietly watched the two below. Then an indescribable power slowly spread outward, covering the entire Shinobi World in an instant.
Then, some new things...
Appeared in this timeline.
"Say, why does this place feel so familiar?"
As they walked, Uchiha Izuna surveyed their surroundings and spoke. Something about the place they had arrived in felt familiar.
"This is the